Milan was running across barren land, his boots coated in dust and a bullet proof helmet was on his head. Pandora was a mess, he didn't know a time when it prospered. Noises could be heard from all around. Milan figured that he was surrounded. He assumed he probably wouldn't survive this attack. This land was dangerous. Pandora was a thieve ridden, time destroyed land. How anyone could live here willingly was beyond Milan's knowledge. He ran quickly. Not wanting to risk confrontation.

Milan used to work with the Hyperion corporation, up until the death of Handsome Jack. His boss. He was fired, without any real warning. He adored his job. He loved being in the know on everything going on in the Corp. But they fired him. They fired him and it saddened him. He even started to regret all the things he had done for them. For Jack. He kept a secret that only he and Jack had shared.

Milan wasn't paying attention and ran straight into someone who was standing. He and the other man toppled to the ground in a mess of limbs. They came to a halt and Milan was laying with his head on the other man's chest. Milan quickly jumped up, apologizing.

"Please don't kill me I'm sorry." He went to run away but the man gripped onto his wrist.

"Come with me." The person said.

"What?" Milan was taken back.

"I have a place you can hide until the coast is clear." The voice of the man was oddly familiar. Milan couldn't put his finger on it. The man's face was covered with a black mask. So he couldn't place a face to the voice in his mind.

"I really don't know." Milan tugged at his own arm.

"Come on, Kiddo. I won't kill you. You don't seem like a filthy vault hunter." That nickname hit Milan like a bullet. Where had he heard it before? He started dragging the younger male into a nearby cave. To Milan it looked like this person had been living here for a while. A dirty mattress laid in the middle of the rock floor. A box was falling apart in the corner of the rock formation.

"Who are you?" Milan asked, his eyes searching the room for evidence of the person's identity.

"I should be asking you that. Who do you think you are stirring up bandits in my hideout?!" The man yelled in Milan's direction. The blonde flinched.

"I-I, uh...I was running. Some bandits were after me. And I'm still getting used to being chased around and almost killed." Milan explained.

"You live on Pandora, how aren't you used to almost being killed?" The man questioned.

"I've always been under the protection of the Hyperion Corporation."

"You're part of Hyperion?"

"Was. I was. I was fired after my boss was killed."

"Who was your boss?" A tinge in his voice.

"You don't know? My boss was Handsome Jack. And his name fit him well. He was handsome as all gets out. I mean I would love to have him all to myself...and-" The man was laughing at Milan. "What?" Milan was offended.

"Enough of the flattery, Pumpkin." He said as he took off the black mask. Another mask like face was underneath. Milan's eyes spread wide.

"Handsome Jack? But...but you're dead." Milan was shocked to say the least.

"Why the fuck would I lie about being alive? I wouldn't do that to you, Kiddo. Well maybe I would. I dunno." Jack asked. Milan started to cry, sniffles could be heard. "Whoa. Whoa kid. Calm yourself. I know I'm a sight for sore eyes but calm yourself."

"I'm so happy you're alive." Milan whimpered.

"But now the question still stands. Who are you? I can't place your voice in my mind. It's so eerily familiar." Jack touched the helmet on Milan. The younger of the two quickly removed his helmet. Blonde hair fell out of the helmet, rolling to one side in strangled formation. It was very messy but in such a cute way. Tears were beaded in Milan's eyes.

"May I repeat myself, Sir?" A tear of happiness fell down his cheek.

"You may, Princess." Jack smiled brightly.

"I'm so happy you're alive." Milan ran to Jack and hugged him. They kissed. Out of habit Jack grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away. Milan's face grew sad. "Don't you want to kiss me?" There was a break in his voice. His happy tears now turning into sad one's.

"No, no. It's just habit. I'm still used to pushing you away because I was usually pissed when you kissed me." Jack pulled him back in, his hands still on his shoulders. Milan wrapped his arms around him again, tighter as not to be pushed away a second time. The young blonde put his face in Jack's neck.

"I've missed you. I missed you so bad. I would sleep among rabid bullymongs and feral skags, crying myself to sleep without your embrace. They fired me and I felt guilty for even thinking about you." Milan was sobbing openly against Jack. The older male felt bad for the younger.

Why was Jack like this all for some teen? Well it all went back to about seven months prior to his 'death'.